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| Location: | Arena: | Date: | Attendence: | Event Rating: |
| Arthur Ashe Athletic Center | Richmond, Virginia | 06/21/05 | 3,740 |  |
| Introduction |
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[The AWA logo appears on the screen, and not even a second later, cheering fans can be heard from inside the Arthur Ashe Athletic Center. Once again, a good portion of the arena has been tarped off, and several of the fans have been shifted to one side of the arena to create the image of fullness. Of course, only the fans in the arena are privy to this knowledge because to the viewer at home, it looks like a packed house. "We Die Young" by Alice in Chains rips through the arena as the AWA commentating crew emerges from the back and heads towards their table at ringside. While the three men fiddle with their headsets the cameraman takes the liberty to pan across a portion of the crowd, taking in all of the crazy signs that fans have brought with them.] R.I.P. Corleone Suhgs is a space cadet! Haze Beats Women! Cliff Anderson:: You can feel the excitement in the arena! You can hear the excitement in my voice! Ladies and gentlemen, we're less than a week away from Back in Black! Oxford Flanigan:: That's correct. Oxford Flanigan here, calling all of the rambunctious excitement as it happens here tonight on Riptide. Cliff Anderson:: Tonight, Brain Zane defends his WHRO Television Championship against The One Night Stand... J.J. Jackson:: Rich Vuhboncka ain't no slouch, neither, bro. He gotz da stanima of a racehorst, if ya know what I mean... Cliff Anderson:: Right. That should be a great match. And speaking of title defenses, the "newly-crowned" Tag Team Champions, Kris Kartier and Revilation, will be defending those hard earned belts against Willis Clayton and Grendel. Oxford Flanigan:: Well, chaps, my hero and yours, Jonathan Haze, is standing by backstage with the lovely Reece Williams. [The shot cuts to the backstage area, where we find Senator Haze standing beside the beautiful Reece Williams.] |
| Interview: Haze |
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Reece Williams:: Thanks, Oxford. I'm here with the man that will be facing "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght at Back in Black for the AWA Heavyweight Championship, Haze. How are you tonight? Haze:: I'm actually feeling great tonight. Thankfully, I don't have a match this week against a titan like Rosco Pico Train or Grendel. My only concern is Showtime, but he really isn't what you would call a concern...more of a nuisance. Reece Williams:: I see. Well, you certainly made waves last week when you attacked Perfection with a shovel. That was very...uncharacteristic of you. How do you explain your actions? Haze:: I have been on the receiving end of a lot of nasty looks because of what I supposedly did. I want to say here and now that I did not touch Perfection, because it is not very becoming of a U.S. Senator. If you want to really know what happened, why don't you just ask Mandrake. Reece Williams:: Wait a minute. Are you insinuating that Mandrake was the one that hit Perfection with a shovel? Haze:: Yes. That is exactly what I am insinuating. I find it appalling that someone would even think that I am capable of such a... [A sudden outburst can be heard from somewhere off-screen, interrupting Haze. The camera pans around to find a livid Mikey Wryght attempting to claw his way past a brigade of security guards. The security crew is doing a fine job of holding Mr. Showtime back, but it's clear the Wryght wants to get to Haze in a bad way. The camera pans back around to find a startled Reece Williams and a smug Jonathan Haze.] Haze:: You know, Reece, he doesn't look very appealing without that hussy by his side. Hmmph. [With that, Haze strolls out of view as the struggling grunts from Showtime intensify. Reece looks flabbergasted as the shot returns back to ringside.] |
| Best of Seven Series: Match One: Standard Match: Cody Duckett vs. 40 oz |
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 6'4" 275 lbs. Daredevil 0/2/0 |  |  6'6" 240 lbs. Powerhouse 0/2/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I have a feeling that sparks are gonna fly tonight in the Doctor's Office. But right now, we've got our opening match of the night. In the first match of a best of seven series, Cody Duckett squares off against 40 oz. These two men don't like one another, plain and simple. [40 oz makes his way to the ring to a small reaction from the crowd, followed by Cody Ducket, who receives a small assortment of boos. Both men begin the match with fists a flyin', and the action quickly spills to the outside of the ring. After nearly being counted out, they climb back inside the squared-circle. After a few minutes of back-and-forth fisticuffs, Duckett garners the advantage and proceeds to pummel 40 oz down to the mat. Sensing the weakness in his opponent, Duckett ascends the turnbuckles and takes flight with his patented moonsault. 40 oz is able to avoid it, and retaliates by catching Duckett with the Heretic Anthem, followed by a quick cover to get the three-count!] Cliff Anderson:: What a stunning victory by 40 oz! Duckett got the showlder up, but it was a split second too late. He must have caught Duckett just right with that twisting neckbreaker... J.J. Jackson:: Hold up, dawg. It ain't ova yet. Duckett gotz summ sweet beatin's ta dish out! [Sure enough, Duckett is infuriated, and he attacks 40 oz from behind. After knocking 40 oz silly, Duckett heads to the top rope and plants 40 oz with the Fatal Sickness. Leaving his one-time friend lying in the ring, Duckett storms to the back.] |
| Blackmail |
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[40 oz slowly regains his wits and rolls out of the ring. A badly edited version of "Hair of the Dog" blares over the PA system as "Son of a Gun" Josh McCool bounds out from the back. Upon seeing the former Atlantic Champion, the crowd goes wild. McCool makes his way to ringside and coolly steps into the squared-circle. Removing his officially licensed "S.O.B., Inc." t-shirt, with the "S.O.B." covered with tape, of course, he gestures for a microphone, which he receives.] Josh McCool:: Cut the music! Hey, Suhgs, I have plenty to say to you, but first, I have to talk to the fine people of Richmond, Virginia! [The crowd screams at the cheap pop from the Son of a Gun.] Josh McCool:: Now I've been in a lot of arenas in a lot of cities. He{bleep}, I've even been to that piece of sh{bleep} town of Westpine, Oregon! But there's a problem. Seems like every place we take this show, things get trashy the second we land. [The crowd doesn't quite know what to make of this. There are a few scattered boos.] Josh McCool:: But I know that as soon as we cart that fruit Suhgs out of here, you won't have to worry about the trash anymore! [The crowd roars at this remark, but McCool signals for them to quiet down.] Josh McCool:: Well, I paid a visit to that a{bleep}le Suhgs yesterday. [The crowd goes banana.] Josh McCool:: Actually, it was more like last night, and I was able to grab a couple things while I was there. [He holds up two documents and the anticipation builds.] Josh McCool:: Here's the deal, Suhgs. You walk out here right now and give me a title shot, or I read these aloud for all the people of Richmond! [The crowd cheers and waits for Suhgs, but no one comes out.] Josh McCool:: All right, Suhgs...Westpine Hospital, Wendell William Hartcourt Suhgs... [The crowd titters at Suhgs's ridiculous given name.] Josh McCool:: Born to Mr. William Suhgs and Linda Peters-Suhgs. [He pulls out the second document.] Josh McCool:: Last chance, Suhgs! [Nothing. McCool continues with the second document.] Josh McCool:: Horea Braschbals. Born to Mr. John Braschbals and Louise Suhgs-Braschbals. [The crowd laughs at the juxtaposition of "Suhgs Brasch bals."] Josh McCool:: Now unless I'm mistaken, unless I didn't read this right, that makes our little lovebirds cousins! That's one mystery solved. [The crowd reacts with disgust at the pronouncement.] Josh McCool:: Okay, Suhgs, this is your last chance. Get out here and give me my title shot at Back in Black! [The crowd watches the entrance, sure that Suhgs will emerge now, but there is no one.] Josh McCool:: Well, I like to do a little photography in my spare time. And I just happened to take a snapshot while I was visiting Suhgs last night. Do you all want a look? [The crowd roars its approval.] Josh McCool:: Then feast your eyes on this! [He holds up a Polaroid picture. The camera zooms in hurriedly to see the photo. It appears to be a man and a woman in bed, asleep. Soon, the man is seen to be none other than W. William Suhgs, and the woman is Horea!] Josh McCool:: Now these are obviously our kissin' cousins, Commissioner Suhgs and Horea. But look closer... [The camera zooms in even further. Horea is asleep on her back, and the blanket appears to have a rather tall tepee perched about halfway down Horea's body! Quickly the camera cuts to a prerecorded shot of the crowd, but the cries of disgust are easily heard.] Josh McCool:: So where are you, Suhgs? Well, I have to confess to you, folks, that I made another visit to Mr. Suhgs earlier today, have a look! [The AWA-Tron cuts to backstage, and the crowd gasps in horror at the carnage. Several tables are strewn about, and on the floor under a badly mangled chair, is the lifeless body of Commissioner William Suhgs! The crowd is aghast at the sight, but somehow satisfied with Suhgs's punishment.] Josh McCool:: Let me give you a message, Suhgs. GIVE ME MY TITLE MATCH! Oh, and sorry about that picture. [McCool drops the microphone and heads to the back while some of the fans are still openly laughing.] Oxford Flanigan:: Well, that's certainly a side of our beloved Commissioner that I've never seen before. Cliff Anderson:: You obviously weren't watching the AWA about three years ago... |
| Standard Match: Mandrake vs. Jack Massacre |
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 6'3" 217 lbs. Daredevil 13/4/0 | |  6' 207 lbs. Brawler 0/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Well, up next, we have the debut of the Mountain Man. Jack Massacre is a legitimate tough guy, and even though Mandrake is a darn near legend in this business, I have to admit that I feel a bit sorry for him tonight. He might wind up leaving this match one arm short of a pair. [Mandrake makes his way down to the ring, and the crowd shows its obvious dislike for him, showering him with boos. The sounds of nature start up, and out pounces the Mountain Man with cat-like agility. A few of the crowd members cheer Massacre, but he's mostly met with silence. He leaps into the ring and crouches in the corner, waiting for the match to begin.] Cliff Anderson:: Jack Massacre is his name, and he's as hairy as they come. He looks like a wild animal. Oxford Flanigan:: Wild animal indeed! Look at his eyes! He's rabbid, I tell you, rabid! [Referee Jimmy Jack Paige calls for the bell, and the match is under way. The two circle each other for a short while before Massacre leaps at Mandrake, taking him to the mat. The two struggle for a few moments, trying to gain a distinct advantage, but eventually they separate and circle once more. Mandrake takes his turn and lunges at Massacre. The two begin trading blows, and the Daredevil's kickboxing background seems to be getting the best of the rabbid Massacre, so he sinks his teeth into Mandrake's shoulder! Paige quickly pulls them apart, and Mandrake has a hostile look of fury on his face.] Cliff Anderson:: Jack Massacre is blood-thirsty. He just tried to take a chunk out of Mandrake's shoulder! [Mandrake takes the advantage with a thumb to the eye, then begins mercilessly pummeling Massacre into the corner. Massacre fights back out of the corner and halts the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil with a thrust to the throat, followed by the Ragnarok! The crowd is stunned as the Mountain Man drives Mandrake into the canvas.] Cliff Anderson:: Massacre just connected with his patented spinning sitout piledriver, and this crowd is speechless. [The Mountain Man stands after driving Mandrake's head into the mat and stares out at the silenced fans with a bewildered look in his eye. Slowly, Mandrake stands behind Massacre, unphazed by the move. His face is contorted into a look of crazed fury as the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil takes the Mountain Man to the mat with some kind of trip/slam that looks nothing like a wrestling maneuver. Mandrake mounts his opponent and begins reigning down blow after blow onto him until finally, he stops struggling. After about forty uncontested shots, the Mountain Man stops moving altogether, and Mandrake calmly covers as the referee cautiously counts the three. The crowd is silent.] Cliff Anderson:: Mandrake may have just beaten that man to death... [Referee Paige goes to check on Massacre, but Mandrake grabs the official by the back of the shirt and hurls him out of the ring.] |
| Unleashing the Demon |
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[Mandrake slides out of the ring and grabs a chair, then re-enters the ring, chasing off the few trainers that have come down from the back to check on Massacre.] Cliff Anderson:: Mandrake has lost his mind. He's got a steel chair and bad intentions... J.J. Jackson:: Where Sadistic at? Cliff Anderson:: We've been informed that he's having car troubles, and won't arrive at the arena for a short while. I'm afraid there will be no dramatic saves this time. Massacre is in a world of trouble... [Mandrake unfolds the chair and positions it in the center of the ring as the crowd begins booing with all their might. Mandrake drags the limp Massacre to the corner and pulls him up onto the turnbuckle. Climbing the turnbuckle as well, Mandrake positions the Mountain Man and lifts him into a powerbomb position. Then, Mandrake pushes away from the turnbuckle with all his might and powerbombs the helpless Jack Massacre onto the extended back of the steel folding chair! The crowd goes berserk as the chair bends beneath Massacre's weight. Mandrake stands with smirk on his face, but his cold stare could belong to the Grim Reaper himself.] Cliff Anderson:: My God! My God! Mandrake just slammed a man from ten feet in the air onto the steel! Massacre is hurt, and he's hurt bad! Somebody get out here and do something! J.J. Jackson:: Man, that's crazy. Mandrake's gone off the deep end. [The boos from the crowd are deafening as Mandrake shrugs and calmly exits the ring as medical personnel flood the ring to check on Massacre. All that can be heard are the boos from the crowd as Riptide goes to break.] |
| Commercial Break |
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[The commercial opens with a man sitting in what appears to be a bathroom. His pants are down around his ankles, and he's sweating something fierce. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out several unpleasant grunts as beads of sweat roll down his nose.] Narrator:: Have you ever been constipated? Wellllllllllll, we here at Poppy's Poo Center can help. [The man that was struggling on the toilet is now wearing gray gym shorts , a baggy shirt, and sneakers. He's standing in the middle of a generic gym. A bigger man wearing a shirt that reads "POPPY" walks into camera range and proceeds to kick the smaller man in the gut. A pained look overtakes the smaller man's face as he runs away crying, presumably to the bathroom.] Narrator:: Poppy can cure your constipation. Come to Poppy's to have the sh{bleep} kicked out of you. [Fade to black.] |
| Change of Plans |
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[The AWA-Tron comes to life, and we see AWA owner Richard Cormier standing in the center of the screen, flanked on either side by the Tag Team Champions. the image of these three men draws a collective hiss from the audience. Cormier is beaming with pride.] Richard Cormier:: Tonight, my Insurance Policy will be defended their hard-earned Tag Team Campionships against Grendel and Willis Clayton. But I don't think that those two will provide the...challenge...that my boys are looking for. So I am hereby changing tonight's match to a falls count anywhere match. [Some of the fans cheer at the sound of this new match.] Richard Cormier:: That's right, falls count anywhere. Anything goes. Anybody can pin anybody, and the belts are up for grabs! Whoever gets the pinfall gets the belt...or should I say...keeps the belts? [Cormier chuckles to himself as Kartier and Revilation stand motionless by his side. The crowd directs a round of boos at Cormier's last statement.] Richard Cormier:: So Grendel...Willis Clayton...good luck tonight. I hope you enjoy your match. I know I'm gonna. [Cormier laughs to himself as he and his Insurance Policy walk out of view.] |
| Standard Match: Fifteen Minute Time Limit: Brian Zane vs. Rich Verboncour | WHRO Television Championship |
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 6'2" 225 lbs. Grappler 2/1/0 | |  6'3" 245 lbs. Submission Grappler 2/0/0 |
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[Verboncour's music hits, and out comes the One Night Stand, followed by his father, Jerry. The crowd cheers for the rookie while he slaps a few hands on the way down to the ring. Rich waits in the ring while the WHRO Television Champion, Brian Zane, steps out from the back. The crowd disapproves of the Perfect Prima Donna, and they vocalize it as Zane enters the ring. Perry Daton calls for the bell, and the match begins.] Cliff Anderson:: This is gonna be a great match. These are two of the most gifted young superstars in the AWA today. [The two men lock up and go through an impressive series of holds and counters that result in a stalemate. The two separate to a nice ovation from the crowd. Locking up again, they both go through another series of technical locks and holds that end with both men on the mat, kipping up to their feet. Again, they're reward with a round of applause by the crowd. They go to lock up for a third time, but Zane catches Verboncour with a stiff right hand and begins to work over the One Night Stand.] Cliff Anderson:: Five minutes have passed. There are ten minutes remaining. [Zane wears down Verboncour, and every time he starts to fight out of Zane's grasp, the Perfect Prima Donna takes him back down to the mat. Jerry leads the crowd by yelling and clapping his hands, and the fans start to get behind Verboncour. Rich makes a comeback and pounds Zane back into the corner. Mounting the turnbuckle, Verboncour punches away on Zane as the fans count along. Staggering out of the corner, Verboncour charges Zane with a clothesline. Zane attempts a clothesline of his own, and both men go down. The fans cheer as both men attempt to shake the cobwebs loose.] Cliff Anderson:: There are only five minutes left in this incredible match. Oxford Flanigan:: I must admit that while I wasn't very fond of this Verboncour fellow at first, this is a fine piece of technical wrestling. [Both men make it back to their feet and Verboncour Irish whips Zane into the ropes. After ducking a few clothesline attempts and leapfrogging Vervoncour, the Perfect Prima Donna starts rocking the One Night Stand with the Seawalk Jab Combo. Hitting the first three jabs, Zane starts doing the Seawalk, causing the crowd to boo. Zane follows it up with a big haymaker, but Verboncour grabs Zane's arm and drives him to the mat. Rich locks the arm and begins wrenching back on Zane's head as the crowd goes nuts!] Cliff Anderson:: Anesthesia! Rich has it locked in tight in the middle of the ring! There are only two minutes left! Can Zane hang on?! J.J. Jackson:: He looks like he gonna tap, yo. [The fans are going crazy as Verboncour continues to wrench back on the hold. Jerry is knocking on his helmet like mad as Zane raises his hand to tap out. The time continues to wind away as Zane tries to withstand the punishment. The crowd is on the edge of their seat as the final fifteen seconds begin ticking down. The time expires, the bell rings, and Zane begins tapping, all almost simultaneously! The crowd grows quiet as they wait to here the ruling. The ref walks over and discusses his decision with Jolly Roger.] Cliff Anderson:: What happened? Did Zane tap, or did the time expire first? Oxford Flanigan:: It looked like Zane tapped after the time ran out. I think Zane will retain the title. Cliff Anderson:: Well, we're gonna find out right now. Jolly Roger:: Arrgh! The winner of this match...as a result of the time runnin' out...and STILL WH-whatever Television Champion...Brian Zane! [The crowd begins booing and the Verboncours are livid. Zane graciously rolls out of the ring and retrieves his belt while cradling his arm.] Cliff Anderson:: You've gotta feel for Verboncour. He was a split second away from winning the TV Title. It doesn't get much closer than that. |
| Contract Signing |
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Oxford Flanigan:: I must say that I was impressed by that show of technical skill, but right now, we've got a contract signing between arch-enemies. Cliff Anderson:: That's right, Ox. Billy Sadistic and Mandrake hate each other's guts. It's no secret. Mandrake has been tormenting the Phenom for years now, and tonight, we'll find out if Sadistic will actually stop running and face his demon once and for all. ["Again" (Tattoo of Pain Mix) by Alice in Chains starts up, and the crowd begins booing at the top of their lungs even before Mandrake steps out from behind the curtain. He ignores the fans and walks straight to the ring, where a table has been set up with a contract atop it. Mandrake calmly steps into the ring and motions for a microphone.] J.J. Jackson:: This sucka's bad news. Mandrake:: Billy Sadistic... [The boos that echo throughout the arena turn to cheers at the mention of the Phenom's name.] Mandrake:: The Phenom... [Again, the fans cheer.] Mandrake:: The Carnivore of Hardcore... [Once more, the fans cheer at the mention of another of Sadistic's monikers.] Mandrake:: You can call yourself whatever you want, but you'll still be the same broken down, miserable, old bum. I've been pushing your buttons for not only the past month, but the past several years. From the HWA, to the SWF, to the PCW, and finally here to the AWA, I've been following you. And still, you'd refuse to fight me. Wait, that's not right. The last time we fought, I think you remember what happened...and just in case you've forgotten, let me remind you, and everyone here what happened... [The AWA-Tron flickers to life showing the ending of a match that took place a few years ago between Billy Sadistic and Mandrake, who was then known as Arkham. Much like Jack Massacre earlier in the night, Mandrake powerbombs Sadistic off the top rope onto the backrest of the steel chair. The AWA-Tron fades out.] Mandrake:: Sadistic, I came within an eyelash of ending your career and ruining your life. But you had to come back. You knew I'd come for you, but you still came back. You know that I have no choice. But at Back in Black, I'm gonna finish what I started over two years ago. I'm gonna lay the legendary Phenom to rest once and for all... ["Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones plays over the speakers, and out walks Billy Sadistic to a roar of approval from the fans. His face is unreadable as he and Mandrake lock eyes. Sadistic climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone. Mandrake returns Sadistic's cold stare from the other side of the table.] Billy Sadistic:: Jack Massacre will probably never wrestle again. Jack Massacre will probably never walk again. You crippled him, just like you tried to cripple me. How does that make you feel? [Mandrake raises the microphone up to his mouth to answer, but Sadistic cuts him off.] Billy Sadistic:: You know, Perfection, the Verboncours, Showtime, Massacre...You've left an impressive trail of destruction in your wake. People that had nothing to do with you or me. How does that make you feel? [Again, Mandrake raises the microphone to speak, and again Sadistic talks right over him.] Billy Sadistic:: You wanna ruin my life? You wanna end my career? You wanna put me in a wheelchair? You've done all of those things already...temporarily, at least. How does that make you feel? [Mandrake doesn't even raise the microphone this time. He just stares at Sadistic.] Billy Sadistic:: Well, since you don't seem too eager to open your mouth, let me tell you how it makes me feel. Angry. Furious. Upset. Enraged. Downright f{bleep}in' pi{bleep}d off! [The crowd cheers as Sadistic's face turns red with anger.] Billy Sadistic:: So you want me at Back in Black? Sure. I'm game. Will you get off my back after I beat you? Probably not. That's why I'm not gonna just beat you. [Sadistic takes a step forward and stares the Kill Devil Hills Daredevil right in the eye.] Billy Sadistic:: I'm gonna beat you until you can't get up. [Sadistic drops the microphone, grabs the pen, and scribbles his name down on the dotted line. Slapping the pen down on top of the clipboard, Sadistic pushes it across the table, then leans forward over the table as he awaits the signature of the Crimson Demon.] Cliff Anderson:: It looks like these two are on the verge of going at it right here, right now. [Mandrake stares coldy at the Phenom, then grabs the pen and signs his name on the contract, officially creating the match at Back in Black. The crowd cheers.] Mandrake:: Congratulations, William, you've just signed your life away to the devil himself. But why wait until Back in Black? I've already sent one man to the hospital tonight. I'm sure they've got a bed right beside him waiting for another eager patient. [Mandrake drops his mic on the table and slaps Sadistic right across the face, causing the audience to gasp. Sadistic takes a step back and turns his head, feeling the side of his cheek. Mandrake shoves the table out of the ring and steps into the middle of the ring, waiting for Sadistic to oblige him. Sadistic steps forward, but rather than attack Mandrake, he bends down and grabs a microphone.] Billy Sadistic:: As if I didn't have enough reason to beat your a{bleep} as it is, you keep throwing wood on the fire. I'm not gonna fight you tonight. I'm gonna keep shoving it down deep inside, just like I've been doing for years. But at Back in Black, I'm gonna unleash years of pain, misery, and torment, and I'm gonna stomp your teeth down your f{bleep}in' throat! [Sadistic drops the mic and bails out of the ring as Mandrake continues staring after him while the crowd cheers for the Phenom.] |
| Standard Match: Nick Soapdish vs. Ronald Leroy Espenaub Jr. III |
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6'3" 217 lbs. Daredevil 0/0/0 | | 6' 207 lbs. Brawler 0/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Sadistic vs. Mandrake is gonna be something else. This could aptly be titled the grudge match of the century. But right now, we get to see the debut of Nick Soapdish, one half of the infamous Outlawz. J.J. Jackson:: Lass week, dat Virus punked out his 'ol partna. Less see whassup tonight. [Ron is already in the ring, and Soapdish's music hits. The crowd begins cheering as the Horndogg hits the ring, playing to the crowd. Ron approaches his old buddy, Nick Soapdish, with his hand extended for a handshake. Soapdish responds by booting Ron in the gut, then nailing him with the Ass, followed by the cover. The referee starts the match, then counts the three. The crowd cheers as Soapdish climbs off of Ron and hops up onto the second rope, playing to the crowd.] Cliff Anderson:: Wow, that took about three seconds. I turned away to sneeze and missed the entire match. Nevertheless, it was an impressive debut for one half of the greatest tag teams of all time. Soapdish is alive and well in the AWA! |
| It's coming. |
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[As Soapdish is celebrating his victory, Cormier walks out from the back with a smile on his face. Soapdish takes notice and begins yelling at the AWA owner. Cormier gives Soapdish a thumbs down, then turns around and walks back through the curtain into the backstage area. The crowd and Soapdish appear confused...until the lights go out. A raspy voice comes over the PA system as strobe lights begin to flicker.] Voice:: ...it's coming...it's...come...it's come...coming...it's coming... [The lights go completely black, and when the lights resume, Soapdish is nowhere to be found. In his place is a single black rose in the center of the ring. Some fans boo, but most are bewildered.] Cliff Anderson:: Fans, it looks like the Virus has struck again. Much like his former tag team partner, Nick Soapdish has vanished into thin air. What's the connection between Virus and Richard Cormier? Oxford Flanigan:: I'm haven't the slightest, Clifford, but we've got to take a commercial break. |
| Commercial Break |
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[The commercial begins with footage of a band playing at a live show as multi-colored strobe lights whip around in all directions. Crazy music blares in the background as the guitar and bass players run around the stage while playing.] Narrator:: Burning the Cats, the number one rock band in Kentucky today, is sweeping the Southeast by storm. Their debut album, "Hillbilly Death Squadron", has already made and impact, and their hit single, "Cockfight", has become the number one requested song on rock stations all over Kentucky. Pick up their debut album at a music store near you. [Burning the Cats continues to jam as the commercial fades to black.] |
| Return Match: Tag Team Match: The Brothers of the Dark Light vs. The Professionals |
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James Nightbane  Machine 681 lbs. 1/1/0 | | Dr. Payne  Allen Stevenson  453 lbs. 1/0/0 |
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[The music hits, and out walks the duo of Dr. Payne and Allen Stevenson, the Professionals. While most boo them, there is a good portion of the crowd that is actually cheering them. They head down to the ring and await their opponents in a return match from last week. The lights darken, and out walks Machine...alone.] Cliff Anderson:: What's going on here? Where's James Nightbane? [Machine makes his way to the ring and starts the match solo. Dr. Payne and Stevenson work over Machine with quick tags. Machine doesn't get in much offensive the first few minutes as he appears lost without Nightbane at ringside. Suddenly, Nightbane comes through the crowd and leaps the guardrail. Stevenson and Dr. Payne team up on the big German in the ring, and while they're doing so, Nightbane begins fiddling with Payne's black medical bag in the corner. After a few seconds, Nightbane sets the bag back down and slides into the ring, joining the brawl.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, here's Nightbane. Maybe he was in the bathroom and had to come in late. I don't know. [Nightbane singles out Stevenson and begins working him over in the corner. Almost as if somebody flipped a switch, Machine begins pounding away on the good doctor with unrelenting right hands. The referee tries to restore some order, but it knocked down in the process. Somehow, a chair finds its way into the bring, and before long, Machine is the only one standing, with three prone bodies and a mangled chair surrounding him.] Cliff Anderson:: This match has gotten out of hand. [Nightbane, the Professionals, and the referee slowly begin to stir. Machine boots Payne out of the ring, then plants Stevenson with the Goozle! Machine drops down on top of the accountant for the cover, but the referee is still dazed. Dr. Payne goes for his black doctor's bag, but it doesn't budge. The referee slowly makes the three-count as Payne dives in for the save a second too late.] Cliff Anderson:: I think Nightbane crazy glued Payne's bag to the ring apron! J.J. Jackson:: Thass a stroke of genius, bro. Cliff Anderson:: It doesn't look like this fight's over yet... [Despite the ringing of the bell, and the Brothers of the Dark Light being declared the winners, the brawl still continues. The four men spill to the outside of the ring and fight up the aisle into the backstage area as the fans eat up the violence.] |
| Anything Goes Tag Team Match: The Insurance Policy vs. Willis Clayton & Grendel | Tag Team Championships |
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Kris Kartier  Revilation 496 lbs. 0/0/0 | | Willis Clayton  Grendel 562 lbs. 0/0/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: I can definitely smell a feud brewing between the Brothers of the Dark Light and the Professionals. And speaking of tag team animosity, right now, the Tag Team Titles will be on the line. As Cormier declared earlier, anything goes in this match. J.J. Jackson:: D{bleep} straight, sucka. Juss like back home in da hood! [Brief pause.] Cliff Anderson:: Ha ha! Okaaaaay. Now according to Cormier, anybody can pin anybody to win this match. I think Cormier's gonna try to work some sort of trickery in this match... [Clayton and Grendel are already in the ring awaiting the Tag Team Champions. Kris Kartier and Revilation step out from the back to a mighty hiss from the crowd. They wear their belts proudly as they walk to the ring ignoring the jeers of the people. They take their belts off, but instead of handing them to the referee, they lay out their opponents, much to the dismay of the audience.] Cliff Anderson:: What a dastardly move by the champions. But...it is legal in this match, thanks to Mr. Cormier. [Handing their titles over to the referee, Revilation and Nyghtmare begin putting the boots to their helpless opponents. It's clear that the Insurance Policy could pick up the win whenever they want, but instead, they choose to punish their opponents, throwing them out of the ring. After dropping Grendel with a vile shot from the ring bell, Kartier and Revilation isolate Clayton and drag him up the aisle back through the curtain.] Cliff Anderson:: Grendel is out cold right here in front of us, and I have no clue where they're taking Willis Clayton. [The camera follows the trio as Kartier and Revilation take turns slamming Clayton into the scattered obstacles along the way to...wherever it is that they're going. Revilation splatters Clayton on the exposed concrete with the Sacrifyce, but the fun isn't over yet. Nyghtmare peels him up off the concrete and drops him to the ground with a sickening thud. Willis Clayton's lifeless body lays sprawled across the cement as Cormier's Insurance Policy smiles at their handiwork.] Cliff Anderson:: They may have broken Willis Clayton's neck! Somebody needs to put an end to this! [As if on cue, Allen Stevenson flies through the air and collides with the Tag Team Champions, leaving all three men on the ground in a tangled mess. When I said Allen Stevenson flew through the air, I didn't mean of his own volition, I meant he was hurled through the air. The camera pans around to find the man that hurled him...Machine.] Cliff Anderson:: Machine just wiped out the Tag Team Champions using the Fierce Accountant as a human missile! The Brothers and the Professionals are still going at it backstage! [Payne and Nightbane brawl into view, trading punches in the background. Machine stalks over to help out his good friend and tag team partner. While he does so, the referee notices that Allen Stevenson is draped over Revilation and Kartier and what could be considered a "cover". Checking to see that both shoulders are down, the referee makes the count!] Cliff Anderson:: What in the...? Ha ha! Cormier's plan has backfired! He said that ANYBODY could get the pinfall, and Allen Stevenson just did! I think we have new Tag Team Champions! [The referee raises Stevenson's hand and places both belts across his chest as the crowd watching all of the action on the AWA-Tron goes nuts! Stevenson slowly comes to, and, not realizing what's happened, brushes both belts off his chest and runs to the aid Dr. Payne. Eventually, a slew of security guards and officials are able to separate the four men.] Cliff Anderson:: Well, that was certainly unexpected! Ladies and gentlemen, we've got new Tag Team Champions! Jolly Roger would announce the new champions, but as you can see, he consumed far too much rotgut... [The camera pans over to the ring announcer, Jolly Roger, and sure enough, he's out cold.] |
| Demands |
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[Almost as soon as the AWA-Tron fizzles out, it flares back to life once again. This time, an infuriated Rich Verboncour is seen storming down one of the many halls in the Arthur Ashe Athletic Center with Jerry Verboncour not more than a step behind. Finding a door with a plaque that reads "Commissioner", Rich turns the handle and flings the door open. W. William Suhgs is inside, and he doesn't appear to be in good spirits.] Rich Verboncour:: Suhgs, I was screwed tonight! I had Anesthesia locked in and Zane wasn't going anywhere! I made Brian Zane tap out! But somehow, I don't have that gorgeous golden belt around my gorgeous waist! And to make matters worse, even though it was a time limit draw, I somehow come away not only without the belt, but with a loss, to boot! Suhgs, I'm demanded a rematch! W. William Suhgs:: Hold your horses, partner. I've got my own problems to worry about. I don't know if you saw Josh McCool's childish antics out there tonight, but I'm a little T.O.'ed right now. [Suddenly, Jerry lets a laugh slip. Then another. Within a span of seven seconds, Jerry has fallen into a state of uncontrollable laughter. Both Rich and Suhgs look at the old man with confused looks on their faces. Jerry tries to speak, but he can't quite get the words out in between his bursts of laughter and gasps for air. The old man looks so ridiculous that the fans in the arena start chuckling a little bit.] Jerry Verboncour:: Ha ha...hooooooo. Boy, I forgot all about that. Rich Verboncour:: About what, pops? Jerry Verboncour:: 'Ol Billy Suggs and Horea! [Jerry starts cracking up again as W. William escorts the maniacal old man out of his office, slamming the door shut behind him. The Commissioner has a scowl on his face as he yells at the door.] W. William Suhgs:: And the name's Suhgs! W. William Suhgs! Get it right! [Suhgs turns his attention back to the One Night Stand as the red starts to fade away from his face.] W. William Suhgs:: Listen, Rick, you'll get your shot at Brian Zane's W.H.O.R.E. Television Championship at Back in Black... [Rich lets out a hoot and does a fist pump upon hearing the news.] W. William Suhgs:: You, along with everyone else in the AWA. That's right, at Back in Black, I've devised the most ingenius match in the history of professional wrestling. Nothing like it has every been done before! Ever! I call it...the Carnival of Carnage! [Rich listens curiously as Suhgs explains his "ingenius" match.] W. William Suhgs:: The rules for this match are...well, there aren't any rules, really. Falls count anywhere, and anything goes. The match begins the moment Back in Black hits the airwaves, and it ends the moment Back in Black goes off the air. That's three full hours of anything goes mayhem! If you can pin the champion, then you become the champion, and it's your job to avoid anybody and everybody to retain the title. Whoever has the TV Championship at the end of the night keeps the belt. Rich Verboncour:: But how will anybody know if I kick Brian Zane's a{bleep} the second Back in Black begins and pin him? W. William Suhgs:: There will be a referee appointed solely to this match. His job is to follow the champion around. He'll arrive at the arena with Zane. But remember, the Carnival of Carnage doesn't begin until Back in Black starts, and the match is over the second that Back in Black goes off the air. Everybody is involved in the match. Announcers, reporters, wrestlers, managers...everybody! Rich Verboncour:: It doesn't matter who's involved, at Back in Black, I'm gonna make Brian Zane tap, tap, tap, and that belt is coming home with me! W. William Suhgs:: Well, then, if you'll excuse, I've got some other business to take care of... [Suhgs exits his office as Riptide fades to a commercial.] |
| Commercial Break |
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[The setting is a pizza shop in South Jersey. The owner of the shop is a gigantic
man; he is Big Slam Vader, Walter to his friends. He makes cheesesteaks the
size of forearms. "Big Slam's Pizza" is a wrestling themed pizza shop; there is a plasma TV on the wall that plays wrestling every minute of every hour.] [A little boy, about eleven years old, wearing a yellow cap and a candy stripped shirt, walks in through the front door. He is on crutches, his eye has a bandage on it, and he looks tired and beat up. He hobbles up to the counter and orders some cheese fries. The conversation with Big Slam is genial, almost like they know each other. Like they are friends.] [While waiting for his pizza, the battered boy stumbles over to a small arcade set up in the corner. He has three games to choose from: WrestleFreaks by Bidway, Pro Wrestling by Jatari, and Fluffy Bunny Hopscotch by CluckZilla Arcades. He ponders for a moment and then puts his change into the CluckZilla Game, preparing to play.] [Big Slam sees what's happening. He jumps up on the counter and makes a scary wrestler sneer. His face contorts into a monster; he is now "in character." He charges the little boy and gives the kid a monstrous clothesline, which knocks the kid into the wall. It is now obvious how the kid received the injuries that he walked in with. Big Slam lifts the little tyke into a body press and tosses the poor boy through the wall like an ironically twisted and violent version of a Kool Aid Commercial. Big Slam looks into the camera with and sneers.] Big Slam Vader:: I never should have installed that CluckZilla arcade, it's taking away all my business. These stupid kids will never learn! [The camera moves in on Fluffy Bunny Hopscotch and in the screen's reflection you can see the battered kid again making his way through the door with a pocket full of change to give to the greatest Arcade Company ever! Fade to black.] |
 Standard Match: Josh McCool vs. The Mad Marquis |
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 6'9" 287 lbs. Powerhouse 13/0/0 | | 5'11" 199 lbs. Extremist 1/1/0 |
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Cliff Anderson:: Tonight's been unpredictable, to say the least. And we've finally arrived at our main event. Here, we have a former Atlantic Champion taking on a former Television Champion when Josh McCool takes on the Mad Marquis. Oxford Flanigan:: This should be a swell match. The Son of a Gun has a lot of talent for a big guy, and the Marquis is an earless lunatic. J.J. Jackson:: What eva happind ta Mark's ear? Cliff Anderson:: The last I saw, Donny McNasty had it. The real question now is: Where is Donny McNasty? Oxford Flanigan:: I haven't the fuzziest, but here comes that Son of a Gun... [McCool's ridiculously edited theme hits the arena, and he bounds out from the back to a grand ovation from the Richmond fans. He slaps hands on his way to the ring and awaits the arrival of his deranged opponent. The madman's crazy circus theme, and out walks the white-wig wearing weirdo. However, something seems odd about him. It's the same fruity clothing, the same pretentious black leather mask, and the same half-nude sex slaves...but something is a little off.] Cliff Anderson:: Hold the phone...that's not the Mad Marquis. He looks different. Marquis de Fistopholes has sent out an imposter to take his spot in tonight's match! Oxford Flanigan:: No, I'm afraid you're mistaken...or mentally ill. That's clearly the Mad Marquis. He looks exactly as I remember from last week's extravaganza. J.J. Jackson:: Nah, nah. Cliffy's right, Oxboy, he do look funny. Dat ain't Mark. [Regardless, the odd man makes his way down to the ring. However, he does appear slightly larger than the Marquis we remember from last week. The match begins, and the False Marquis begins walking seductively towards McCool. McCool has an annoyed look on his face as he observes the strange imposter.] Cliff Anderson:: Of any wrestler in the AWA to impersonate, who in their right mind would pick the Mad Marquis? [The False Marquis begins running his finger down McCool's chest, then yanks it away quickly, as if burned, and turns around to shake his finger and blow on it. When the imposter turns around, McCool promptly boots him in the gut and powerboms him to the mat with the Weapon of Mass Destruction. McCool makes the cover and the rest is academic as the fans cheer on the "Son of a Gun."] Cliff Anderson:: McCool didn't waste any time taking out the garbage here tonight. It's clear that he's not paid by the hour. [As McCool celebrates over the body of his fallen opponent, Commissioner Suhgs strolls out from the back with a microphone in hand and stands in the aisle. The fans begin to boo.] |
| Retaliation |
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[McCool spots the AWA Commissioner and walks over towards the edge of the ring, resting his forearms on the top rope. Suhgs waits for the boos to stop before speaking.] W. William Suhgs:: McCool, there a pecking order here in the AWA, and you need to learn your place in that order! But, since you can't seem to find your place, I think I'm just the man to help you. [A look of surprise and interest overcomes McCool as he invites Suhgs to enter the ring. Suhgs flashes a sleazy grin.] W. William Suhgs:: No, I'm fine right here, thank you. Now, I'm sure you heard earlier tonight that the W.H.O Television Title will be up for grabs in my ingenius match, and everyone will be involved. Well, I forgot to mention the last stipulation to that match. Everyone will be involved...except Josh McCool! [Suhgs smiles as the fans and McCool voice their disapproval.] W. William Suhgs:: I'm sure you're wondering why you're not gonna be allowed in my grand match, and I'll tell you why. Josh McCool...you're BANNED from Back in Black this Saturday! [The fans begin booing as McCool is beside himself.] Cliff Anderson:: Banned from Back in Black? Can he do that? Oxford Flanigan:: He can do whatever he wants. He's the Commissioner. W. William Suhgs:: Maybe that will help you learn your place, McCool. So why don't you take the time off to fix up that dump you call an apartment and come back next Riptide when you've thought about what you've done! [The fans continue to boo as Suhgs grins and waves before heading to the back. McCool can be seen spotting some inappropriate words in the ring as he climbs out of the ring and heads to the back.] Cliff Anderson:: Josh McCool is one of the young rising stars in the AWA. Is that such a smart move to ban him from the AWA's debut SuperCard this Saturday? |
| A Few Words of Encouragement |
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[A shot of Cormier's fruity little office comes onto the AWA-Tron, and we find Cormier behind his cheap desk leaning back in his cozy black chair. He got a pompous smile on his face.] Richard Cormier:: No, don't worry about the Tag Team Titles. You'll get your rematch at Back in Black. It's gonna be the Insurance Policy taking on the Professionals and the Brothers of the Dark Light in a tag team triple threat match for the Tag Team Championships! And don't worry, I have a plan. We'll get those belts back. Now, if you'd excuse me, I'd like to have a few words with my Chosen Champion, here. [Two sets of footsteps are heard walking away from the camera, followed by the opening and closing of the door. Cormier watches them leave, then directs his attention back to his Chosen Champion, who is sitting just out of camera range.] Richard Cormier:: Okay, I've been thinking. Since you're in much better shape than that other pile of lard, I'm gonna make a slight modification to your match at Back in Black for the Heavyweight Championship. [Cormier's Chosen Champion can be heard muttering something off screen, and Cormier smiles and nods.] Richard Cormier:: That's right. That's why I'm changing the main event into a sixty minute Iron Man match for the AWA Heavyweight Championship. [A low sigh is heard from just off-screen, and Cormier looks puzzled.] Richard Cormier:: Look, I know you can beat that chump. You know you can beat that chump. Even the fans know you can beat him. Don't worry, if something goes wrong, I've got a backup plan. No matter what happens in the match, we're coming home with the gold. I guarantee it. We're coming home with ALL the gold... |
| The Doctor's Office Guests: "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght & Haze |
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[The camera returns to the ring, where the Doctor's Office set has already been set up. The good doctor and his financial advisor, tag team partner, and newly crowned co-champion, are already in the ring. The Doctor's Office sign gently sways above the ring, but the table in the middle of the ring is missing the black medical bag that usually rests atop it. In fact, it's still crazy glued to the corner, held firmly in place by Nightbane's clever adhesive.] Dr. Payne:: Ladies and geni{bleep}ls...welcome...to the Doctor's Office! [The fans actually cheer as the Professionals showboat a little bit with their new belts.] Dr. Payne:: And in case you hadn't noticed, me and my buddy here have each gained about ten pounds. Hey Al, how much you think these belts are worth? Allen Stevenson:: Pfft...Depends on how much they've depreciated at this point. They could be old and worth nothing, or they could be antiques worth millions. It's really hard to say... Dr. Payne:: Oh. Well, I'm pretty sure that they're not that old, but nevermind that. Tonight, we have a very special segment of the Doctor's Office for you. I still feel dirty after last week's segment with the Mad Marquis, which is saying something when it comes from a gynecologist. A WRESTLING gynecologist! Allen Stevenson:: The world's first and only, I might add. Dr. Payne:: Thanks, Al. You see, there is a vacancy at the top of the AWA. In this sport, all wrestlers, no matter who you are or what your motivations are, long to be champion. Since the rebirth of this company, the Heavyweight Title has remained vacant, much like the massive mound of flesh that sits atop Machine’s shoulders. But you see, unlike the vacancy in Machine’s head, the Heavyweight Championship will be decided at Back in Black, and awarded to a competitor chosen by Richard Cormier himself! [The crowd boos at the mention of the AWA owner's name.] Dr. Payne:: But the question on everyone’s mind is, who is Cormier’s Chosen Champion? Is it Haze, the pothead turned senator? Or is it Mr. Showtime, the well-tenured, glitzy grappler that has become one of the most popular competitors in the AWA? Now there is no love loss between these two gentlemen. H{bleep}, last week, Haze nailed Showtime’s valet Perfection with a shovel. In fact, the animosity between these two stars is so thick, you can cut it with a surgical scalpel. And it's because of this intense animosity that I've been forced to take some precautions. So, if I could get a couple of security guards down here to assure that the Doctor's Office doesn't get out of hand... [Payne motions for security, and a pair of uniformed security guards wearing security caps over their long, flowing hair make their way into the ring to keep the order.] Dr. Payne:: Now, the good doctor is just as eager as all of you to get these two hulking herpies in the same ring, and see what happens. So without further adieu, Dr. Payne gives you Mr. Showtime Mikey Wright and Haze! ["Sabotage" by The Beastie Boys kicks in, and Mr. Showtime walks out from the back. He's met with a huge reaction from the crowd, but he doesn't look happy at all. He climbs into the ring and waits for the arrival of his opponent at Back in Black, Haze.] Cliff Anderson:: Boy, Showtime doesn't look to happy, and I can't blame him. This might be the first time I've seen him without that trademark half-smile of his. ["Hail to the Chief" starts up, and out walks the Idaho Senator, Jonathan Haze. The crowd boos Haze as he smiles and waves at the crowd, not even acknowledging the presence of Wryght in the ring. Haze slowly steps in between the ropes, and Wryght comes at him. Security is quick to step in front of Showtime and hold him back. Haze motions for Showtime to get away from him as he enters the ring.] Dr. Payne:: Okay, gentlemen, there has been a bit of a dispute over whom, between the two of you, is Cormier’s Chosen Champion. I guess what I'm asking is which one of you is it? Haze:: First off, I'd like to say that I appreciate you providing security for this show. That Mikey Wryght belongs in an insane asylum. I'm impressed by how professionally you've handled this situation. Allen Stevenson:: Well of course, we're Professionals. Haze:: Well, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mikey Wryght is in league with Cormier. As much as it saddens me to admit it, Cormier refuses to even speak with me. I mean, I'd align myself with Mr. Cormier in a heartbeat if he'd let me, but he won't even return my phonecalls. So since it's not me, that means that Showtime...you're the one that's in with the boss! [Payne hands the microphone over to an incensed Showtime.] "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght:: Haze, you're the biggest liar in the AWA. You're a politician, you think any of these people are gonna believe that crap? I can't stand Cormier, and these fans know it! And at Back in Black, not only am I gonna prove you wrong, I'm gonna kick your a{bleep} for what you did to Perfection, and I'm gonna win the AWA Heavyweight Championship! [The fans cheer as Wryght shoves the microphone back at the good doctor.] Dr. Payne:: Wow, I'm sensing just a bit of tension here between the two of you. Well, moving on...Showtime, last week Haze hit Perfection with a shovel. Are you just gonna let that go, or are you going to be a man and do something about it? [Showtime begins shaking with anger, but before he can respond, Haze yanks the microphone out of Dr. Payne's hand.] Haze:: Just for the record, I DID NOT hit Perfection with a shovel. There is no proof! Nobody saw me do it! I'm a senator, for God's sake! I would never strike a woman! [The fans begin booing mercilessly as Showtime lunges at Haze. The security guards have to use every ounce of strength in their body to hold Wryght back. After struggling for a few minutes, Showtime finally relaxes and calms himself down.] Dr. Payne:: Haze, you have had a rough road to your championship match at Back in Black, but some people seem to think that your opponents were, well, pushovers. Now, I have seen the men you have fought, and I know that they are some of the toughest individuals the AWA has to offer. How do you respond to the criticism some people have leveled against the men you have beat? Haze:: Are you trying to say that Rosco Pico Train and Grendel are pushovers? They are two of the fierciest competitors in the AWA today. Besides, who has Mr. Showtime had to face that was so tough? Give me a break. Mandrake? Billy Sadistic? I've beaten both men on numerous occasions. How many times have you beaten Grendel or Rosco Pico Train? Zero! That's how many times! You're a disgrace, and you don't deserve to face me at Back in Black! [Again, Wryght charges at Haze. He almost gets to him this time, but the pair of security guards jump in just in time to stop the enraged Showtime. Haze, however, makes use of the opportunity and sucker punches Showtime in the jaw, dropping him to his knees.] Cliff Anderson:: What a cheap shot by Haze! He's been provoking Showtime all night long, and now he's just sucker punched him! |
| Pandemonium Revisited |
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[The security guards continue holding Showtime back, allowing Haze to get in some unanswered kicks to the mid-section. Oddly, the guards continue holding back Wryght, but do nothing to stop the blows that Haze lays into Showtime. The Professionals stand back and watch in awe as Haze continues to pummel Showtime. Rather than hold Showtime back, it now appears that the guards are holding Showtime up so that Haze can better attack him.] Cliff Anderson:: What's going on here? Those aren't security guards? They're hired goons, and they're helping Haze put a hurtin' on Mikey Wryght! [Haze drops Showtime with a big right hand, and the security guards stretch him out on the mat as Haze heads tot he top rope. Haze comes off the top rope and catches Showtime with the Capital Punishment. The crowd is booing uncontrollably as Showtime rolls around on the mat holding his ribs. The security guards clear some of the Doctor's Office props out of the ring, then head to opposite turnbuckles. They leap off the top rope and simultaneously nail Showtime with a combination headbutt to the groin/elbow drop to the head. In the process, their hats and wigs fall off, revealing their true identity...] Cliff Anderson:: That...that's the Super Bastardo Bros.! Plaz and Loki are back in the AWA, and they've just helped Haze kick the snot our of Mikey Wryght! [There is a roar from the crowd, followed by massive boos upon discovering the identity of the security guards. Payne and Stevenson approach the trio as they put the boots to Showtime. They appear angry about the destruction of the Doctor's Office set.] Cliff Anderson:: Uh oh...The Professionals don't look too pleased about that Haze and the Bastardos have done to their props. J.J. Jackson:: Props, eh? I'll give 'em their props, holmes. [Haze and the Bastardos brush off the Professionals and continue stomping away on Showtime. Becoming impatient, Stevenson and the good doctor start laying into the three men with wild punches, causing the crowd to go crazy. The Professionals are holding their own against the three men as Showtime rolls out of the ring to the arena floor. Suddenly, Nightbane and Machine jog out from the back and enter the fray.] Cliff Anderson:: Uh oh, things don't look too good for the Professionals right now. The odds have just gotten worse. [Speaking of odds getting worse, Kartier and Revilation run out from the back and enter the ring. The numbers are too great, and Stevenson and Payne fall to the numbers game as the Brothers of the Dark Light, the Insurance Policy, the Super Bastardo Bros., and Haze mob the Tag Team Champions. The crowd begins booing. Suddenly, the boos turn to cheers!] Cliff Anderson:: Here comes Rich Verboncour with his crazy father hot on his heels! [The Verboncours jog down to the ring, but before they make it, they're drilled from Brian Zane, who has sprinted out from the back with a steel chair. The cheers turn to boos once again as Zane works of the father and son with the steel chair in the aisle.] Oxford Flanigan:: This is insane! Cliff Anderson:: The Verboncours are being decimated by Zane on the outside of the ring, and the Professionals are being picked apart by a pack of wolves in the ring! [Suddenly, the boos turn to cheers once again as a hurt Mr. Showtime slides into the ring with his trusty lead pipe in hand! He nails Plaz in the back, then Loki in the head. Both men bail to the outside as Showtime goes after Nightbane, knocking him over the top rope as the crowd erupts! A stiff shot across the chest from Showtime's pipe sends Machine backwards over the ropes where he lands on his feet. Haze quickly bails out of the ring as Kartier and Revilation slowly turn and stare at Showtime.] Cliff Anderson:: Showtime has single-handedly cleared the ring! But what's this? The Professionals are down and out, and it's just Showtime alone in the ring with Cormier's Chosen Tag Team. What's going on? [Haze, the Bastardos, the Brothers of the Dark Light, and Brian Zane begin retreating up the aisle as Showtime and the Insurance Policy stand alone in the ring amidst the carnage.] Cliff Anderson:: Folks, that's all the time we have this week! Don't miss Back in Black this Saturday! Goodnight! [Showtime slowly turns away from Kartier and Revilation and points his lead pipe at Haze as Riptide fades to black with motionless bodies everywhere.] |
